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That’s not all folks: The Story of I’m a Good Story

I'm a Good Story has got a new home.

Things are changing with me. Yeah, big deal, right? Well, actually, yes. It is a big deal.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt change like I’m feeling right now. And I don’t think I’ve ever been this open to change than I am right now. It’s pretty fucking cool.

Last year, I had a scratch pad next to my computer. I’d use it to jot down numbers, doodles, and the occasional idea. One time I was thinking about this boy I was completely infatuated with and how his life story was so incredibly fascinating. He’s a good story, I thought to myself. Then I chewed on it for a bit. Wait a minute, I thought. So am I.

I scribbled it down. I’m a Good Story.

Those words struck something in me. Hard. It felt like I’d found what I was looking for—something I didn’t even know I was looking for.

I didn’t do much with those four words until this past winter, when I met Linda and found out about the Vancouver Observer. I told Linda about how I wanted to write a book some day, and when she asked if I had a name, I told her yeah, I did: I’m a Good Story. I could tell she was impressed so I decided to use it as the title for my blog on this site.

I’ve enjoyed being able to write whatever I want and have people read it. I’ve enjoyed the discipline of having something, anything, to write about, once a week. It’s really, really helped me.

About a month ago, while under the influence, I decided to see if I’m a Good Story was a registered website URL. It wasn’t. Something in me told me to buy it, though I wasn’t sure what that something was. I was highly intoxicated. So I did it. I bought the URL without much thought. Ninety bucks for three years. Okay. I wasn’t quite clear as to what I was going to do with it but I went with it regardless.

This last year, I’ve been working extremely hard on figuring out what exactly I do and what exactly I want to do (alongside a group of super talented and supportive friends—shout out to the Blazing Pussies!) It’s been an exhausting, exhilarating and exciting process. And it’s been paying off big time.

I tell stories for a living. I’ve been lucky to do this professionally, since I was 18. These days, I’ve realized I want to tell more of my own. So that’s what I’m going to do.

In the last month, I’ve decided to take that URL I bought on a (intoxicated) whim and do something with it. I’ve decided to make it my own. I’m going to write my stories in my voice, and see what happens.  Writing for someone else limits what I want to say. I don’t really want to hold back anymore. And there’s something in me that’s telling me that’s the right thing to do. That same something that told me to buy the URL.

While trying to figure out what bio photo to use for my new website, I sent a couple of options to my friends whose taste and opinions I trust, value, and admire. Two wrote back asking why I was starting a new website when I already had one. Matthew, who lives in Hollywood and has every major production company wanting to work with his flaming ass, warned me that I was messing with “my brand” (shudder. I hate that word). The other person, my friend and editor Sarah, said the idea of starting a new, separate website confused her.

I started to worry. Sarah is the most stylish, talented, and creative person I know and if I get her approval on anything I do, I know I’ve done a good job. If this idea confused her, maybe it wasn’t the right thing to do. Matthew is one of the most successful people I know, someone who knows all about branding and what works and what doesn’t work.  Having these two people question my decision really threw me off. Was this a bad choice? Did I even know what I was doing?

I tried to explain to them that it just felt right. I couldn’t explain it. It just felt right.

Later that week I had a meeting with the art director of the EA branding team. (Well, okay, it was more of a date.) I told him about my URL, my stories, my website, my voice, my concerns.  He told me it was all good. I trusted him. Not because he’s an expert at branding. But because I knew he was right.

So that’s it for the Vancouver Observer and me. It’s been a fun run but now I’m doing my own thing. I intend to update my website every Thursday. You can subscribe via RSS feed and we’re working on getting a mailing list going. (The website is almost there, aesthetically, but expect it to get a lot better in the next little while.) I strongly encourage you to follow along at my new website: www.imagoodstory.com,  there’s even a new story up on there right now.  It explores the crazy connection you sometimes have with certain people. You won’t be disappointed. Because really, if there’s one thing I’m sure about, it’s that I’m a good story.

 

 

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